Well I left Butch to spend time up by Sundance
Leland, it's strange to think
How we've changed through the years
How our old friends left us in their memory
But never reminding us that we are still here
Miss Borup, oh, Miss Borup
Please fit me into your next movie script
And let me play the part
I think that I could make it a big hit
I know full well how much more difficult
Settling down as a star would be
But, oh, how I could use extra money
St. Elmo's fire has leaped upon the garrets
McKay, the problem is I live my own advice
But I've been looking smart and talking smarter
Now I'm more well aware of how I've paid the price
If I were Seve I'd sing about scars, sailors
Cowboys, and wolves
But I can't outdraw such a handsome gent
With just this pen and prose
The longer she's close by my side
The greater that this grating distance grows
We keep acting as if we both didn't know
Now we've perfected sophistry
By making it seem so sincere with
Ritualized agitated airborne blows
And there's no question anyone is
Questioning your faith and creed
But it's why you're the type who's belladonna grows
So close to everyone who's faith is blind
Or anyone who takes no thought
To how they became who they are
Or how they got the things they got
Perspective shared reactions
Reaching where we never know nor will ever see
So use that mirror for a scale, not vanity